The Man is cooking at a pub in the Flinders and his two days aren't enough to be a real farm handyman we've discovered - we think of him more as a demolition expert at the moment.
So far he's destroyed more than he's rebuilt.
Fences are down, walls are stripped, septic pipes are dug up...and that's about where we stand now.
The kids and I just huddle in our little corner of house and yard and try not to venture outside the 'safe' zone.
Next week we're getting some professionals in to help us demolish things - like the two skyscraper-high pine trees that are tearing up my chook run and garden-to-be.
The Man's not keen on paying people to rip things down - I think he's having too much fun doing it himself.
